The four ran out of the building; the T1001 effectively disarming and destroying any terminator that got in their way. John had once called Cameron "the most effective killing machine". He was wrong.

Now armed with guns, they felt a little more secure. With Cameron acting as a shield for Allison, and Weaver acting as a shield against the more destructive attacks, they managed to make it out of the factory relatively unharmed. A few bullets in the terminators, but nothing damaged.

They ran for a mile and a half East. When they were sure they were far enough ahead, they stopped to recollect.

Allison sat with her back against a tree, hugging her knees. She wasn't sure what to think or do. She had been in captivity for weeks. Skynet obviously created a machine that looked exactly like her. But instead of hurting her, it had saved her. Confused didn't begin to describe how she felt.

Cameron scanned her eyes over Allison, making sure she was okay. When she was satisfied, she turned to the terminators. "We can't stay here. It isn't safe.

As she said it, an HK flew overhead. Nobody moved, hoping it couldn't see them through the cover of trees. When it passed without stopping they all sighed in relief, even the ones who didn't have to breathe.

"I'm afraid you're right. The sooner we leave, the better. John Henry, did Skynet have a TDE?"

"Yes, it did. I located it in a room in the basement, directly below the room Allison was located."

"Good. That makes our task a lot easier."

"Do you have a plan, Ms. Weaver?"

Ms. Weaver? Did he just say… Oh… my… God… Allison stared at the woman… the thing… in shock. The red hair, the last name… it all clicked. This thing… Savannah!

Weaver noticed the look on Allison's face and responded. "The situation is not what you think. You'd do better not to tell Savannah. Regardless, she probably already knows."

Allison looked away, terrified. She wanted to run.

Cameron stepped forward. "Running will get you killed, and you wouldn't be any help to us dead. We need you to go back to the camp. We need your help to retrieve John Connor."

"I'll never lead you to John Connor!"

James Ellison stood in the doorway of Sarah Connor's motel room. Savannah was sitting on a bench out of ear shot.

"Look, Sarah, I can't take her back to the house, you know it's too dangerous."

"Well you're not staying here." Sarah turned back to the small table, where she had several guns in the process of being cleaned.

"No, not me. Just Savannah."

Sarah turned and looked at the little girl, then back to Ellison.

"Sarah, I don't know what to do with a little girl. I don't have children. She's better off here with you." He could see her resolve slowly fading. "You'll do a much better job at protecting her."

At that, Sarah sighed. "Ellison, I'm wanted. How am I…"

"You're Sarah Connor. It's never stopped you before."

Sarah regarded the girl with some thought. Ellison was right. The child had a terminator sent after her. If there's anyone most suited to protect a child marked by Skynet, it was herself.

Sarah gave in. "Savannah, why don't you come in and watch some TV. We'll order a pizza."

"We already know where John Connor is located," Weaver stated. "That's not what we need your help for."

"Why should I help you anyway?" Allison wasn't ready to give in. Machines were machines, and she wasn't a grey. She wouldn't betray her people.

"Because we helped you. I could have chose to leave you, but I didn't. You don't have to help us, but it would be greatly appreciated."

Allison stared back at her own face. It was like looking into an emotionless mirror. The face was the same, but there was no life in it. It was all machine. Something tickled her mind though. Something Sarah Connor had said…

"Trust us," John Henry spoke. "We're not here to harm anyone."

That was it… trust. He'll trust you because you remind him of someone he trusts the most. This is what she meant. Allison looked back to Cameron.

"Why does he trust you? You're just a freaking machine."

Cameron was taken aback. She looked down, as if she'd find the answer written in the dirt. Allison could have sworn she saw a look of hurt flash across her face, but that was impossible.

Cameron continued to stare at the ground and answered honestly. "I don't know."

Allison regarded her for a long moment, before she nodded.

"What do I need to do?"

John was posted at the East entrance of the compound. It had taken a week, but he had earned the confidence of the senior ranking soldiers, including Kyle and Derek. After the search team came back with no luck on finding Allison, John had volunteered to go on a recon mission of the closest known Skynet factory. After having saved a soldier from death by T triple eight (plasma guns were amazingly helpful), he had earned the respect of the other soldiers, and accompanied them on other recon missions.

On days that there were no missions, John was posted on watch. There was one other soldier with him, but he usually fell asleep soon after starting their early morning shift. John didn't mind, he preferred the quiet, and being alone.

Catherine Weaver had made herself scarce. She had not appeared to him as human again, therefore delivering no new information. He simply had to trust her; he didn't like it, but he didn't have any other choice. At least he knew she was still around. He was surprised to see that she returned every night as a German shepherd to watch over him and Savannah. Right now, he could see her form running through the trees. As she broke through edge of the forest, he could see someone was following her. John readied his gun, focusing on the figure behind the Weaver dog. He quickly dropped his rifle. It was Allison.

"Conway! Wake up! Allison's back! Go get the others."

His partner, having jerked awake, stared at Allison in shock. After a swift punch from John, he quickly turned back to the compound.

Allison, upon seeing John, broke into a run. With tears in her eyes, she ran right into John's arms. Cameron watched from the shadows.

Before John could even comprehend what had happened, Derek and Kyle and several other soldiers had appeared at the entrance.

"Allison!" Allison pulled away from John and ran to Savannah, he had appeared behind Derek.

"Oh my God, Allison? What happened? Where have you been? Are you alright?"

A thousand questions bombarded her at once. "Yes, I'm fine. Skynet captured me. I was able to escape."

She quickly launched into her story. John listened as he sat down against the wall. He idly watched the German shepherd walk passed into the compound. What is she up to now? He focused his attention on said Skynet captured her. They took care of her and fed her. She didn't know what they planned to do with her. A man named John Henry had helped her escape. John froze, and Savannah gasped.

Kyle stopped the story. "Wait, who is John Henry? And where is he?"

"I'm not sure. He never said. He may have been another prisoner, I don't know. He was shot during our escape. I… I don't know if he made it." Allison looked at her feet. She hoped she delivered her lines well enough.

A soldier who was hidden in the shadows spoke up. "We should attack the factory before they take anybody else."

Kyle shook his head. "No, no. We don't know enough about it. We can't just go in guns blazing and hope for the best."

"We know plenty," Derek cut in. "The recon missions have gathered enough data. We could make it in to do enough damage. We have the man power, and the means. He's right, we should destroy the factory."

John thought he saw the soldier smile, before he slinked away down the corridor. Moments later, the German shepherd returned. Glancing at John, it ran past in the direction it came.

"Well, then," Kyle said. "What are we waiting for? Gather the troops. We'll leave at dark."

John stood up. "Why? With their night vision, we'll be the only ones at a disadvantage. We're better off attacking as soon as possible. They won't expect an immediate attack."

Kyle nodded. "Fine. We leave in 15."

Everyone turned to hurry back to their quarters. There was no time to waste. John called out to Allison.

She stopped and turned to face him. "Yes?"

"When you escaped… was there anyone else with John Henry?"

Allison was tempted to tell him the truth, but she kept her word. She wasn't sure why, but something told her it was important. "No. It was just him."

John was disappointed, but tried not to let it show. "You should stay here, you know. They'll be looking for you. If they catch you again, you won't be so lucky.

Allison nodded. "Yeah, I know. While I hate staying behind, I don't think I have the energy to be of much help." She was also told to stay behind by that thing that calls itself Catherine Weaver.

John clasped her left shoulder. "Then stay and get some rest. We'll all be back shortly. It'll be fine." He tried giving her a reassuring smile.

"Yeah… we'll see.

They managed to make it close enough to the factory that they could see it. Six men, including John, were scouting closer. John was moving West with his group slowly, keeping hidden amongst the debris. He hadn't seen any machines so far, but that didn't mean they weren't there.

Catherine Weaver had joined them in her dog form. She was currently walking ahead of him, effectively scouting ahead. John was glad for her presence. It made him feel a tad less nervous.

That all flew out the window when he saw her stop. The scruff on the back of her neck rose, and he heard a low growl. He signaled to the men behind him, and ducked behind an old tipped over pickup truck. He waited, listening intently, and heard the unmistakable sound of an HK approaching. As it passed overhead, John fervently hoped it hadn't spotted them. His heart leapt in his throat when it mad a U-turn and flew back in their direction. Ready to fire, and run if necessary, John sighed in relief when the HK simply passed them again.

"That was too close. We need to keep moving."

John jumped at the sound of the voice behind him, but recognized it immediately. He turned around to face her. "Allison, I thought you were staying at the com…pound." His voice died on the last word, and he stared at the woman in shock. He knew immediately he had been mistaken. This wasn't Allison; it was Cameron.

"C… Cameron?" John reached towards her, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing.

Cameron's eyes flashed blue when John's hand made contact with her face. It was an involuntary reaction on Cameron's behalf, as a shock surged through her skin. She had no idea what had just happened. There wasn't any time to analyze it though.

"John?"

John had been staring at her in wonder. He saw her eyes flash, and thought it was her way of affirming his question, although he didn't need it. His thumb was idly stroking her cheek. "Yeah?"

"It's time to go."

A sense of déjà vu brought John back to his senses. He blushed, realizing what he'd been doing, and quickly pulled his hand away. "Yeah… sorry."

John could have sworn he saw Cameron smile as she stood and turned to Weaver, who was now standing in her human form a few feet away.

"Are you ready, Mr. Connor?"

John took a deep breath. "Yeah, let's go."